{"collection":"Secret Rosicrucian Order","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/sro/zan/zan73.htm","path":"sro/zan/zan73.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/sro/zan/zan73.htm","text":"Zanoni, by Edward Bulwer Lytton, [1842]\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Van seco pur anco\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Sdegno ed Amor, quasi due Veltri al fianco.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\"Ger. Lib.\" cant. xx. cxvii.\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(There went with him still Disdain and Love, like two greyhounds\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0side by side.)\nGlyndon did not perceive, as he hurried from the house, two forms crouching by the angle of the wall. He saw still the spectre gliding by his side; but he beheld not the yet more poisonous eyes of human envy and woman's jealousy that glared on his retreating footsteps.\nNicot advanced to the house; Fillide followed him in silence. The painter, an old sans-culotte, knew well what language to assume to the porter. He beckoned the latter from his lodge, \"How is this, citizen? Thou harbourest a 'suspect.'\"\n\"Citizen, you terrify me!\u2014if so, name him.\"\n\"It is not a man; a refugee, an Italian woman, lodges here.\"\n\"Yes, au troisieme,\u2014the door to the left. But what of her?\u2014she cannot be dangerous, poor child!\"\n\"Citizen, beware! Dost thou dare to pity her?\"\n\"I? No, no, indeed. But\u2014\"\n\"Speak the truth! Who visits her?\"\n\"No one but an Englishman.\"\n\"That is it,\u2014an Englishman, a spy of Pitt and Coburg.\"\n\"Just Heaven! is it possible?\"\n\"How, citizen! dost thou speak of Heaven? Thou must be an aristocrat!\"\n\"No, indeed; it was but an old bad habit, and escaped me unawares.\"\n\"How often does the Englishman visit her?\"\n\"Daily.\"\nFillide uttered an exclamation.\n\"She never stirs out,\" said the porter. \"Her sole occupations are in work, and care of her infant.\"\n\"Her infant!\"\nFillide made a bound forward. Nicot in vain endeavoured to arrest her. She sprang up the stairs; she paused not till she was before the door indicated by the porter; it stood ajar, she entered, she stood at the threshold, and beheld that face, still so lovely! The sight of so much beauty left her hopeless. And the child, over whom the mother bent!\u2014she who had never been a mother!\u2014she uttered no sound; the furies were at work within her breast. Viola turned, and saw her, and, terrified by the strange apparition, with features that expressed the deadliest hate and scorn and vengeance, uttered a cry, and snatched the child to her bosom. The Italian laughed aloud,\u2014turned, descended, and, gaining the spot where Nicot still conversed with the frightened porter drew him from the house. When they were in the open street, she halted abruptly, and said, \"Avenge me, and name thy price!\"\n\"My price, sweet one! is but permission to love thee. Thou wilt fly with me to-morrow night; thou wilt possess thyself of the passports and the plan.\"\n\"And they\u2014\"\n\"Shall, before then, find their asylum in the Conciergerie. The guillotine shall requite thy wrongs.\"\n\"Do this, and I am satisfied,\" said Fillide, firmly.\nAnd they spoke no more till they regained the house. But when she there, looking up to the dull building, saw the windows of the room which the belief of Glyndon's love had once made a paradise, the tiger relented at the heart; something of the woman gushed back upon her nature, dark and savage as it was. She pressed the arm on which she leaned convulsively, and exclaimed, \"No, no! not him! denounce her,\u2014let her perish; but I have slept on HIS bosom,\u2014not HIM!\"\n\"It shall be as thou wilt,\" said Nicot, with a devil's sneer; \"but he must be arrested for the moment. No harm shall happen to him, for no accuser shall appear. But her,\u2014thou wilt not relent for her?\"\nFillide turned upon him her eyes, and their dark glance was sufficient answer.","title":"Zanoni: Book VII: Chapter V","type":"page"}